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He was more than willing to rescue the adorable girl next door.

Right the hell now.

Chapter Four

Casey

Phone tucked between her head and shoulder, cheesy elevator music playing in her ear, Casey paced the apartment in her underwear while waiting for her shower to heat up.

She hoped customer service would understand her mistake and maybe send her a new vibrator. How could they not have sympathy for her?

Casey groaned, then ended the call, and tossed the phone on the bed. Maybe J. Campbell hadn’t picked up his mail.

Maybe she could orchestrate a low-level mission impossible, break into his mailbox, and retrieve the parcel before he noticed it.

Casey rummaged through her closet for a black hoodie and beanie.

The pounding on her front door made her scream.

With no intention to answer the door, Casey ran to the peephole in her bra and panties. Her gasp was audible. The face in the peephole was a contorted, but still sexy version of J. Freaking. Campbell.

And he was smiling.

No.

He was smirking.

He got the package.

He had opened the package.

Illegal as it was, they both knew she wouldn’t call the FBI to make a report.

It was official. She was going to die of utter humiliation.

Chapter Five

Jason

“Casey?”

Jason knocked on the door again. He knew she was standing there. Her shadow moved in the gap under the door. He heard her breathing.

Goddamn, the walls in this place were pathetic considering the price of his rent.

“Yes.”

“Hey, babe. I have your mail.”

More silence. “Um. Can you just leave it in the hallway?”

He chuckled to himself. “I wouldn’t want someone to steal it.”

“Oh. That’s thoughtful, actually.”

He stared at the door. Still unopened. Wondered what she was thinking. If her face was bright pink. Brighter than her sex toy.

“I’m not a bad guy. Or a psycho. I’m a business owner. Illustrated Ink down on Fortieth and Main? I call my grandmother every Sunday. Help little old ladies across the street.”

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